edited

⚠️ blood & gore, choking
inspo: faith by the weeknd

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. The sorcerers busted the doors wide opened to face the curse user Junpei on stage. Itadori sprinted after the devious child, Y/N quickly followed behind until an invisible force pushed her down to the middle do the hall. She quickly got up only to see dozens of heedless bodies surrounding her.

She screamed into herself to suck it in, that agonising pain returned. It was driving her insane, crazy. It travelled and scratched and twisted all the vines and tubes within her body. As if her own body was going against and practically screaming and begging for her to devour someone.

She couldn't push herself to feast on an innocent person. Y/N couldn't do it. That moment with Eiji was ingrained in her memory forever, she couldn't let someone like him no matter how horrible and vile die in a slow and gut-wrenching way.

"What's stopping you, Y/N?" An unfamiliar voice questioned from the end of the hall. The girl, feeling the lower part of her body turn suddenly numb, sat up and faced the strange individual. The stranger had long dark cyan coloured hair resting on their shoulders, they also wore dark old clothes and had patchwork like stitches on their body.

Sensing the dangerous intent within the demonic creature, she asked darkly. "The hell do you want with me, with Junpei?"

"Who?" Mahito acted innocent before breaking out of his character and laughing like a maniac. "I don't know who you are talking about. He's dead to other me, in a couple of seconds anyway."

"This is exciting!" The curse user walked around the girl, with a wide smile of blood shredding excitement. "Face to face with the demon of lust! Well, her vessel but you both are the same. I've always been an Amai fan ever, her power, her everything! I adore it. Until I realised she was the one who stole most of the humans I use as tools."

Y/N spat out. "That's not the reason why you want to kill me right."

Mahito raised his eyebrows in shock. "Even when a state of hungry her powers still work! But there's only a matter of time. Look around you, there are so many bodies. Filled to the brim with oozing blood. All for you!"

"Like hell, I'm going to kill someone for my benefit." Y/N sent daggers to Mahito. She bit into her thumb and drew out some blood as a substitute. The curse user was even more pleased by how this girl was so reluctant, which would make it even more entertaining when she cracks and creates a massacre.

He pressed on. "You don't trust me?"

"I lost my faith." The girl declared standing back on her steady two feet and cutting some more blood from her palm and licking it off. "Game on."

"Your sister's hot badass." Remarked Sona. The two girls watched from behind the door spectating the soon turned bloody fight go down. A Belladonna, Azumi heard briefly when she eavesdropped on Y/N back at the library, just in case the boy she was talking to wasn't being rude of course.

She looked it up after dinner and discovered that they were succubi myths, like Jennifer from Jennifer's Body.

With that in mind, Y/N cutting herself and using her blood as a quick source of power wasn't going to last long, especially by the strong blows she was doing and healing from.

Azumi looked at Sona. "Sona do you have any water." The blueberry haired girl handed her a full bottle of water, Umi chugged it down as fast as she could.

"Sona, Y/N isn't going to survive this fight if we don't help. You need to find a way to distract that thing and make a gateway for me to reach Y/N." Azumi explained urgently

Sona asked. "What happens after that?"

"Hide and call the cops, here's my phone if yours dies." The two girls exchange tight hugs before Sona ran her way down the lifeless corridor just when Y/N was slammed into the hall.

Her legs gave out and her bruised and scratched arms bleed. Her blood wasn't enough to ease her hunger. Y/N hollered at the stabbing pain her body was in, the curse used made his way towards her and sat right in front with a smug smile.

"I gotta hand to you!" Mahito held his arm out with his hand only attached to a single joint. He chuckled at his little joke before healing himself.

"You are stronger than I thought you would be. I thought killing a cute little weakling like you would be a brisk walk in the park! The reason I wanted you dead in the first place, is because I know her little deal with Sukuna. My team don't want a little no good demon like her trying to ruin our plans. Oh one more thing, remember this?"

Through her blurred vision, Y/N made out a knife shining in the faint light, it was shaped as a lightning bolt. It was the same knife that birthed the Belladonnas. Mahito methodically fiddled with the tip of the weapon, he looked up at Y/N and smirked at her scared face.

"Don't be scared, you just following your sisters' steps." He nastily reassured. "Don't worry, I'll tell Itadori that you wanted to die and you never liked him in the first place. I'll tell Gojo that he was wrong in saving your life! Your slutty life."

The curse user aimed the sharp object towards her heart, the fear and petrifying expression on her face was thrilling for Mahito. Finally, the first part of the plan was going to be complete the joy of killing Y/N and Amai was more stirring than he thought it would be.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

In an instant, the chaotic world around her froze. The deadly knife touched the tip of her chest, in that one moment, she wasn't scared to die.

At this point, death was a natural experience and fearless everyone will go through. She just hoped that she would have lasted a little longer, long enough to raise her own family, fall in love, maybe get a job-a real job. Something normal.

The scene changed to a sunny day, the world around her turned into a surreal paradise. Bluebirds were singing, the trees bloomed in the sun, the grass below was as soft as clouds above.

Her blood-soaked dirty braids were now out, and her clothes were replaced with a fitting white sundress.

"It's not fair is it?"

Y/N turned her head to the side and saw her twin sister, wearing the same with a straw hat over her h/t hair. She laid down supporting her body on her elbows.

S/N looked down and smiled sadly. "The world's cruel huh?"

"Indeed." Y/N looked back up at the heavenly glowing cerulean sky. "What is this place, heaven?"

S/N said as she snacked on blackberries laid neatly on a small red square cloth with rose sewed onto it. "To some extent, it's called the Burst of Life. Where everything pure remains, you stay here and admire the earthly things, for seven minutes before the Gods choose your fate."

"I thought you didn't like blackberries."
"A girl can I have a change of heart."

"True." Y/N watched the birds soar through the cotton-like clouds. She says as her throat slowly dries out and a lump occurs. "I'm sorry S/N... I should have saved you back there."

"It's fine, Y/N. Really." S/N giggled softly before tuning down into a serious and sorrowful voice. "I should be one to apologise, I'm sorry I used you for my selfish needs. It was wrong for me to agonise you to ease me, I know that now... you can trust me, only if you want-."

"I trust you," Y/N whispered truthfully. The girl held out her hand to S/N. It was time for them to go back to their ways, being sober to blood only lasts so long. The girls acknowledged their bad ways and didn't give two shits about anyone or anything that will get in their ways.

"Just promise me one thing. That will you always be there no matter what?"

"I always been, Y/N. Because at the end of the day." S/N promised as she reached out to her sister's hand. The young S/N transformed into the woman grew up to be, the woman Y/N suspected to be her sister for a long time.

"We're sisters after all." Says Amai